#oh my god i laughed so hard im dizzy

[missazura]

IM LIGHTHEADED

[talaok]

Okay, so I have a cute idea. Pedro and reader go to a bar and accidentally drink a little more than they wanted to, and now they are walking home together, leaning on one another and giggling the whole way. Maybe they have their first kiss or something. idk, im giving you creative freedom on the last part.

Pairing: Pedro Pascal x reader

a/n: cutest request award

that last glass of wine had had its effect

Your brain felt lighter, like the crimson liquid had relieved some of the effort from your head

Your vision was fuzzier, unfocused in that familiar way as a soft buzz flowed into your ear

The pavement ahead was still damp with rain, and some water had gotten into your shoes, but you didn't care, you didn't care as you leaned onto Pedro, onto his strong, warm arm, as you looked up at his own glossy eyes, veiled by that sheer cloak of alcohol flowing through his veins

He was still laughing at something you'd said, and you didn't even realize that you were doing the same,

You couldn't even remember what the joke was. Something about... rain or... something

"We're gonna regret this tomorrow" he said, amusement still spilling from his lips

"I'm sure you will, old man" you snorted, hiding your face into his arm to shield from his reaction

"Old man huh?" he chuckled "Is that the way to talk to your elderly?"

"oh please" you snorted, smiling up at him as he feigned offense "I'm sorry sir, that was very rude of me, please forgive me"

The corners of his mouth twitched into a soft grin

"With that smile, I don't think anyone could ever not forgive you, sweetheart"

He did that sometimes, said something sweet that made you forget all about what your lungs were made for

Once again, you shielded your heating face from him by nestling impossibly close to him, feeling his warmth seep into you

He had a body that made hell seem cold

"You're a douchba-"

but before you could speak the very kind words you were about to speak, you had taken a step and found yourself ankle-deep into something that upon closer inspection, was indeed a puddle

You had stepped into a puddle.

Your feet were drenched

You-

You burst out laughing

"oh my god- sugar" Pedro was gripping your arm, bringing you back to dry land as he stifled the need to laugh too

"I-"

You were pretty sure you were about to pee yourself from how hard you were laughing, your eyes were shut close, you had one hand on your face and one on Pedro and then-

and then your feet stopped touching the ground

"Wha-" 

He had picked you up, bridal style, and all you could do was swing your arms around his neck as a reflex "what are you doing?"

"it's clear you're in no condition to walk, so I'm taking matters into my own hands"

And he said it so calmly too, like it was the most obvious thing in the word

"you're taking matters into your own hands?" you mocked, cocking a brow as you bit your bottom lip to try not to laugh

"I am" he nodded,

"You're gonna carry me all the way to the hotel?" you couldn't help but smile now,

smile with amusement and joy and drunkness and... and something else

"What, you think I'm too old for that too?"

You snorted now, your head falling to his chest 

"maybe" you mumbled, your mouth on his steel pecs as you looked up at him

And there was something in that, in all this- not in the fact that he was carrying you like a damsel in distress, not the fact that you were dizzy, not in any of that- there was something in the intimacy of this moment, of the lightness that came with it, how natural it all felt, how... perfect it felt

And he felt it too, you could see in his eyes, that he too had felt time stop, the entire world stop to let you have this moment, this precious instant

"y/n-"

But your lips were already on his, your lips were already on his and nothing mattered anymore as he gripped your shoulder to push you incredibly closer to him, wishing he could engulf you and never let you go, praying for this moment to never end

finally

the only word inside both your heads

finally

He was such a good kisser, his mouth, his beard, his lips, his everything just-

The problem was that he thought the same about you, and maybe if you'd been less of a good kisser, or if only he hadn't spent the last six months fantasizing about this... then maybe he wouldn't have dropped you

"shit-"

Well not really dropped you, he just... forgot to hold your legs, that's all

Only of course, he was there to rescue you as your feet hit the ground, making sure you didn't fall

A soft, honest laugh rumbled from your chest as you dropped your forehead to his

"I'm sorry" he murmured, his hands on your waist "I- I got- distracted"

Again, you could only laugh, this time as he joined

"you got distracted?"

"Yeah" he chuckled

"wanna get distracted again?" you smirked, watching his eyes pan to your lips

"please"

[ash5monster01]

could you write todd helping reader in english? like helping her with poetry or just regular homework. also, they are already dating ❤️ im a sucker for established relationships im sorry lol

Study Buddies

Pairing: Todd Anderson x FemReader

Warnings: established relationship, fluff, some language, just sweetness

Summary: Being a student at Welton is difficult and even more so when you already struggle with most of your classes. Thank God you have a sweet boyfriend who is always so willing to help.

word count: 700

Masterlist

The groan you let out immediately causes Todd to lift his head and scan the library for any onlookers. Deer in headlights like always just at the thought of someone paying a semblance of attention to him. You shake your head as you watch him, dropping the pencil in your hand as you completely give up on the assignment in front of you. When Todd realizes the coast is clear he finally turns his attention towards you.

“What’s wrong now?” he curiously asks and you wonder how he ever got comfortable around you if he panicked like that over just a couple of curious looks.

“This homework is impossible. I give up” you tell him, eyes glancing at the chemistry you no longer cared about. Even if you could figure out what all of it meant, the amount you had been given was absurd.

“You don’t give up, you just need a second to collect your thoughts” he says, voice his normal quiet and hushed tone and you watch as his hand reaches and slides the book back towards you. “Give it another go”

“I’d rather die” but the pointed look he gives you convinces you to pick back up the pencil and stare at the images on the page.

“I don’t get it” you pout, half annoyed and half on the verge of tears. Welton was hard, you knew that, but it still broke your spirits just the same.

“Let me see” he says, scooting close enough that his knee bumps against your own. He’s a fool if he thinks there’s any chance you’ll pay attention to your homework now. Not when your extremely adorable boyfriend is now this close to you.

“Oh well that’s easy, here look” but when Todd’s eyes look up to meet your own he can see you’re no longer interested in whatever he’s trying to show you. The look makes his ears tint pink and you can’t help but smile.

“Todd, I don’t want to do my homework anymore” you coo, leaning your face close to him. His head swings again, searching to see if anyone was peaking in on this private interaction. He freezes when your hand reaches up and stops him.

“W-we have to study” he tells you but you let out a soft ‘shh’. Stopping his stuttering and brushing your nose against his own. His face is fire truck red in an instant.

“I’d rather kiss you” you say, hot breath fanning across his lips and you can feel his mouth opening and closing, struggling to find words in this very moment. You love how shy he can still get around you.

“You gonna stop me?” you whisper and he shakes his head in your hand, yearning for it just as much as you. With your grip still on his chin you tip his mouth up and towards your own, sealing it against you.

The soft sigh he lets out causes you to grin against his lips before closing them around his again. You kiss him briefly but enough to make him dizzy. When you pull away his eyes are closed, mind reeling and now suddenly desperate to get far away from here. You chuckle to yourself lightly, watching as he processes the moment between you.

“Can you help me with number 6?” you ask and his eyes snap open, trying to recover from the whiplash you’ve just given him. He’s a mumbling mess, head snapping between you and the text book and you offer him as innocent a grin you can muster.

“Everything okay?” you curiously ask and he smiles, laughing lightly to himself and mentally cursing himself for always falling into your traps. It made sense you were the only girl who was able to lock him down.

“Everything’s just fine” he says, sliding back close and leaning to look at the question. You watch him intently, waiting as he processes the words.

“Okay, listen close” he starts and you grin, eyes casting over the page as you’re now prepared for him to explain. He was right you definitely needed a second to collect your thoughts.

Best mini break ever.

[libingan]

WHATS UP BABES IM BACK

im absolutely JAM PACKED with assignments and my schedule is SHIT so i barely have time to write huhuhu

anyways enjoy some ferris wheel fingering w soap

i’m so fucking tired so this is prolly shit

the amusement park was a kaleidoscope of lights and sounds, buzzing with the energy of the crowd. you and johnny were having the time of your lives, sharing cotton candy and laughing as you explored the various attractions. as the night deepened, you finally approached the ferris wheel, a towering giant of metal and lights that promised a breathtaking view.

johnny’s eyes sparkled with excitement. "aye, this is gonna be brilliant," he said with that unmistakable scottish lilt. he squeezed your hand and guided you into one of the cabins, his grin never wavering.

“let’s do this,” you replied, though a hint of anxiety crept into your voice as the cabin began its slow ascent.

the view was stunning at first—lights twinkling below like a field of stars. but as the wheel climbed higher, the ground seemed to drop away, and your heart raced with a mix of vertigo and fear. johnny’s playful commentary faded into the background as the dizzying height took over.

"hey, what's wrong?" johnny's voice turned serious when he saw your white-knuckled grip on the safety bar. his brow furrowed with concern.

you tried to speak, but the words came out as a shaky breath. the fear was overwhelming, and you could barely keep your eyes open, trying to steady yourself.

“you’re fine, love,” johnny said, his tone softening. he reached beneath your skirt, his fingers brushing against your inner thigh. his touch was feather-light, designed to distract you from your fear. but the sensation was anything but calming.

that’s when the idea hits him. 

with a smirk, johnny’s hand trailed upwards, slipping under your skirt, inching towards your panties.

the fear didn’t vanish, but it was slowly overshadowed by the intense pleasure of his touch. johnny's fingers worked with deliberate slowness, teasing your most sensitive spots. you shivered, a mix of pleasure and embarrassment flooding you.

but the public nature of the ride made you tense up. you could hear the distant chatter and laughter of other passengers, the occasional flash of a camera, and it made you anxious. you were vulnerable, exposed, and the thought of being caught only added to your tension.

“johnny, stop,” you gasped, trying to suppress the moan that threatened to escape. “someone could see us.”

his fingers paused for a moment, but his grin was wicked. “naw, they’re too busy with their own shite,” he murmured, his voice low and teasing. johnny’s finger pushed the fabric aside, exposing your bare cunt to the air. his thumb slowly circles your clit, face buried into the crook of your neck, leaving wet kisses along your skin. "it’s alright, lass, ah’ve got ye."

despite your protests, his fingers resumed their teasing dance. the conflicting feelings of fear and pleasure battled within you, making it hard to maintain any semblance of composure. the ride’s slow ascent felt endless, each moment stretching as johnny’s touch grew more insistent.

“good?” johnny whispers, two fingers sliding along your damp slit, gathering your slick on his digits. “y-yes–johnny, oh god…” you moan, sucking in a shaky breath. your legs part wider, giving him more access to your pussy. “yer soakin’, love." he chuckles, nibbling on your earlobe.

slowly, johnny’s fingers began pushing into your sopping, wet heat, whispering sweet nothings into your ear, gently pumping his fingers into your walls, curling them just right to hit that sweet, spongy spot inside of you. he relishes in the pretty whines and whimpers that leave your lips, a small grin forming on his face as he watches your face contort with pleasure. “like that?” 

you nod, mouth hanging open, hands grabbing at johnny’s shirt. you shove your face into his chest, panting heavily. “yes… yes, yes, yes… please…”

with a low hum, johnny doubles his efforts, eager to make you reach your peak. his thumb presses down on your clit, rubbing in circular motions, moving along with each curl and thrust of the fingers in your cunt. “j-john–oh! oh, fuck! johnny, i-i’m–!” 

“shh,” he shushes you, silencing your moans by catching your lips into a searing kiss. he drink in the sound of your muffled whimpers, shoving his tongue into your mouth, groaning when he feels your walls clench around his fingers, sensitive nub throbbing as you near your orgasm.

“mmf–!” you try to speak, but johnny is unrelenting. before you could warn him, you felt as if your mind exploded, white-hot pleasure shooting through your, body tensing up as a muffled groan leaves you. your eyes squeezed shut as your orgasm surged through you, leaving you limp and boneless afterwards.

johnny continues to work his fingers on you, letting you ride out the tidal waves of your orgasm. he pulls away from your lips, a string of spit connecting you two together. 

“holy fuck…” you mutter, chest rising up and down as you try to catch your breath. your boyfriend chuckles, pulling his fingers out of you and sucking them clean with his mouth. “delicious.” he comments, a teasing grin plastered on his face. 

you roll your eyes, quickly readjusting your panties and skirt. it’s only then that you realize that you two are still on a ferris wheel. your cheeks heat up with embarrassment and you immediately look outside, only to find that you and johnny are just at the peak.

the loud squeal that you make causes johnny to chuckle in amusement, pulling you onto his lap with ease. the carriage shakes, resulting in you clinging onto your boyfriend tightly. he circles an arm around your waist, smirking mischievously at you. “we’re still pretty high up, love,” johnny whispers, “nae need tae be scared though, ah ken just how tae keep ye calm.”

before you knew it, johnny’s pinning you down against the seat, your boyfriend eagerly unbuttoning his jeans.

you just hoped this wouldn’t lead to a lifelong ban in any amusement park.

[flowhence]

johanna finding out reader sh? 🤔 i'm in desperate need of johanna fanfics 😓

two broken people - j.m.

summary: johanna finds out that you aren’t as ok as you seem.

pairings: johanna x fem!reader

warnings: self harm, depression, suicidal ideation, angst, hurt/comfort

author’s note: if anyone is struggling with these issues, please do not hesitate to reach out to me. you are not alone.

You wondered why you were alive, why you survived. Your hands bloodied with the blood of many. You don’t want to keep living. You don’t deserve it. The hopelessness grips onto your bones, settling deep within your soul. Everything is numb, yet you still smile your fake smile, you still laugh that fake laugh. It didn’t matter how many people you were always around, the inexcusable feeling of being lonely weighs down on your chest.

Johanna has noticed something different about you, but you cannot seem to bring yourself to care. You can’t seem to keep up the act.

After training you were exhausted, mentally and physically. You quickly darted out of the training area, speed walking to Johanna and yours room. When arriving at the room you quietly closed the door, going towards your stash of razors you picked out the sharpest one.

[i tried it like before and this time i made a deep cut]

You rolled up your sleeves, not even wincing at the way they stuck to your past wounds. You took a deep inhale, pressing the razor hard against your skin before you exhaled and drove it deep into your flesh watching as the blood oozes out.

[i thought about my friends and the way i didnt give enough]

Distantly, you should’ve known it would’ve been too deep. The blood starts to ooze out in a faster yet still somewhat sluggish pace, you feel dizzy and lightheaded. Vaguely you thought you didn’t really want to die.

[and i shouldve told my mother, “mom, i love you,” like a good son]

You stumbled into your desk, before you could think much about it you cut even deeper on your other wrist. A smile mixed with relief and remorse carved its way onto your features. You hear the door open, but you can’t really focus on anything but going to lay down.

[but this life is overwhelming and im ready for the next one]

“Y/N! Oh god… what did you do?!” Johanna yelps, running to you immediately. You can barely make out the words she’s saying. All you can think about, is how you’ll finally be free.

[take the blade away from me]

“Let me go…” You whisper, your voice sounds weak and slurred.

[i am a freak, i am afraid that]

Johanna shakes her head, “No! You promised… you promised me.” she says, desperately.

[all the blood escaping me won’t end the pain]

Johanna desperately screams for help, you vaguely see Katniss run in, the shock and despair on her face is heartbreaking.

[and i’ll be haunting all the lives that cared for me]

You can’t seem to get your eyes to stay open, you can hear Johanna screaming, crying, and sobbing, yet you can’t bring yourself to stay awake.

You woke with a start, looking around you you see that you’re in medical. You clench your teeth. Looking down you see the bandages on your wrists and … tears start streaming down your cheeks.

“Y/N? it’ll be ok. i’m here,” You sob even harder at your girlfriends words.

“I’m sorry… I’m so sorry.” You sob into her shoulder, gripping onto her shirt like its your lifeline, and it very well could be.

At least, at least you have Johanna. Two broken people trying to love, trying to heal.

[yurinaa-world]

Hi! Can I request Welt with anxious!reader who snaps and becomes the embodiment of " Im currently running on 2 hours of sleep, suicidal thoughts and an oreo, and Im ready to fight God or BECOME HIIIIM."

Reader goes missing on Trailblazing mission and they find them surrounded by an entire army with their leader at their feet. Turns out reader got taken and inadvertently contained the stelleron solo after defeating the "god" (whom was just the host that was driven mad by the stelleron). Now reader is giddly and hysterical from exhaustion and blood loss they have sustained from injuries.

Thank youu

Characters: Welt Yang x Gender-Neutral Reader

Synopsis: Welt fixing you up Injured after a fight

Warnings: Fluff and spelling mistakes, mentions of blood and cuts

Notes: I'm really sorry about this one I wasn't exactly happy about this one and how it came out.

𝒲𝑒𝓁𝓉 𝓎𝒶𝓃𝑔

Every sound was overwhelming, heightening the sensation of blood dripping from your wounded body. Each breath and the swift movement of your eyes added to the intense atmosphere. Reflecting on the past, everything seems like a blur, despite the stress it caused in the moment. Looking back, words fail to describe the experience you had.

You couldn’t stop yourself from laughing a little, almost like a madman, while twitching a little, trying to calm yourself down after what just happened. Your chest felt light, as if it were filled with helium, which made it difficult to breathe. You looked at your bloody hands; just looking at the ripped skin made the cuts hurt even more. The wounds were deep, red, and covered with dried blood that stained your clothes and skin, creating a dark crimson shade on your clothes.

You felt your whole body shake as you tried to take a breath through your nose to calm yourself. You couldn’t understand why you were laughing, though, because there was nothing funny about it. But you couldn't stop laughing at yourself; you've truly lost your mind, for sure.

You had been lying against the wall; Welt would have probably been coming with Medkit since you did message him a picture of your wounds in your almost drunken-like state while laughing.

"You can be calm now." Welt grabbed both your shoulders; you hadn't realized what was even happening when he called your name. "O-oh..hah..I've uhm been in my head," you murmur out, looking welt, trying to reduce your adrenaline-filled heart. Welt moved back; he had a medkit with him, yet the whole time his face was full of concern for good reason.

He first fixes the wound on your forehead. He takes one of your hands and begins to clean your cuts do not become infected by some germs. You feel the strong sting of the disinfectant but try to ignore it for now. The sound of a closed mouth whine and hiss escapes you as Welt applies disinfectant to your cut. He was being gentle with you and the situation he's in right now, which he always is, but it's comforting to be in a state like this.

You didn't know how long you were staring at him until he looked back up and smiled at you reassuringly. It was really hard to smile back since you felt so overwhelmed by everything that was happening. A wave of nausea hit you, and you felt your legs shaking once again. After cleaning your wound, he begins to unravel the gauze to start wrapping around your hands.

The process was tedious and slow, yet he did it carefully, taking his time. After that, he grabbed a piece of gauze and started covering the whole wound in gauze, putting a bandage on any small cuts, yet this was only one hand, and there were other places as well that needed medical attention.

"Welt," you murmured with a weak voice, feeling a bit dizzy. You just wanted some comfort. The man looks at you and gives you his undivided attention as he continues to bandage your injured hand. "Is something wrong?" Your eyes look at him nervously before they drop to the ground again. "I ran off." was completely not what you wanted to say, but that's what came out.

"Don't worry about that now; you're safe now."

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[mylostloversbookmarks]

Do You Want Me Or Do You Not?

Characters - Joel Miller x Reader

Summary - You have been with Joel and Sarah for 4 years and your life is pretty perfect. Your evening plans quickly take a turn for the worse.

Word Count - 2.3K

Warnings/Tags - 18+ only Minors dni. Typical canon language, Angst, I mean all the angst, Joel being an asshole? mentions of arguing, mentions of drinking.

A/N - Set Pre-Outbreak! This is my first fic and I would like to say a massive thank you to the beautiful @pedgeitopascal for beta reading and encouraging me to share this! This was supposed to be a drabble but I got carried away, open to writing more to this! Feedback is appreciated but pls be kind.

Read Chpt 2 Here! ~ Hold On To Me, Cause' Im A Little Unsteady.

Divider credit to @saradika

You slammed the door so hard that you were surprised it didn’t come off its hinges. Your blood was boiling, leaving a thin sheen of sweat over your skin and prickling up your spine to the back of your neck, making you feel nauseous.

"How could he say that?" you ask yourself quietly.

Staring blankly at the front yard, the streetlights hummed and zinged above your head, making you dizzy. The air was hot and sticky, clinging to your exposed skin like ivy on an old house. You moved slowly, your legs feeling as if they were wading through quicksand. Closing your eyes and inhaling the humid evening air, you feel tears pooling in your eyes and threatening to overflow.

"How did this happen?" you thought to yourself over and over again. Sure, it wasn’t uncommon for the two of you to argue, but they were always silly little fights that you blamed on your short temper and his stubbornness. You'd both raised your voices at each other before, and instead of apologising like adults, he'd do or say something that made you laugh, and no matter how hard you tried—and God knows you tried—to hide it with a bitten lip or a turn of the head, He saw right through you. Giving you that "I know you're mad, but you love me" look with a shit-eating grin.

You would roll your eyes and wrap your arms around his waist. Laying your head against his chest as he rested his chin on the top of your head. The small circles you drew on his broad back and the silent kisses he placed on the crown of your head were just unspoken apologies. Not this time. This felt different. This felt final. Like there was no coming back from the venom-laced words he hurled at you.

It was late, around eleven p.m. if you had to guess. You cursed under your breath as you realised you had left your phone on the kitchen counter. Not knowing what to do, you decided to walk around the block and give yourself and him a chance to calm down.

You felt lost, wandering, your face hot from the tears you hadn't noticed were falling freely now. You tried to take another deep, shuddering breath as you wiped the palms of your hands over your face, but all that was coming were silent, wracking sobs, your throat hurting from swallowing around the lump in it. As you walked the empty streets of your suburban neighbourhood, the argument replayed over and over in your head.

Joel had just returned home from work, having promised you and Sarah that he would be home by seven o'clock at the latest. You couldn't lie to yourself, you wished he was home more, but you understood that he needed to finish this job, so you didn't press him on it. He threw his keys into the bowl with a little too much force and sighed heavily.

"Hey, are you going to make dinner?" he muttered under his breath, without even looking at you, staring at the ground as he removed his work boots by the door. "Oh yeah, of course. Shall I just shine your shoes when I'm there, master?" You snarked at him and laughed, not really thinking he was being serious. When you looked up from your laptop, he was staring at you blankly, the question hanging in the air.

"You know I worked a full day too, right? You said you would be home for Seven, so I took Sarah to the mall, picked up her new soccer kit, and then drove her to and picked her up from practice. It got late, so I made something quick for her. I thought we could get takeout when you got back, and you know it wouldn’t hurt for you to cook once in a while, Miller." You laughed, still working away on your laptop, and when no response came, you paid no mind to the back and forth.

"Yeah, and I'm sure there were plenty of better things you would have rather been doing," he muttered under his breath again, clearly intending for it to be loud enough for you to hear in the small living room that joined the kitchen. Your eyes snapped up as you heard the door to the fridge being yanked open with enough force to knock the condiment bottles from their shelf inside the door. Smashing as they met the cold tiles of the kitchen floor.

"God fucking dammit," he cursed. Joel is known for his colourful vocabulary, but this one caught you off guard. What has gotten him so riled up in the five minutes he has been in the house? You stood up and marched into the kitchen, leaving your laptop on the middle seat of the sofa, watching as he stepped over the mess by the fridge and opened the cupboard under the sink for the cleaning supplies. Still not looking at you.

"What is up your ass this evening?" You asked, irritably, as the prospect of a quiet night curled into his chest with Chinese food in hand quickly passed you by. "Nothing, don’t worry about it," he pushed past you, barely brushing your shoulder in his passing. He had yet to look at you. "I get it! You had a shitty day at work, but you don’t need to take it out on me!" You huffed as you walked around the small, worn dining table the three of you usually share your meals.

"Work was fine," he spat. You bent down to help him pick up the glassy mess, but he flinched back from you, bolting to his feet and crossing to the trash can on the other side of the kitchen in two long strides. He threw the jagged shards of glass into the bin with enough force that it rocked from side to side. You have seen Joel angry on plenty of occasions. If things mess up at work. If Tommy needs to be bailed out of jail for the umpteenth time. He has never been this angry, not with you anyway.

"What’s wrong?! And what did you even mean by ‘I'm sure there were plenty of better things you would have rather been doing’ Joel?!" You asked as you deepened your register to mimic his voice and his earlier statement. "Oh, I think you know what I mean," he laughed out with no trace of humour, his voice like ice. There was the beginning of a pit in your stomach, telling you that something was very wrong here. He has never in the four years you have been together, spoken to you like this. Not even remotely close to it.

"Okay, I really don’t understand what is happening here. Is there something you want to get off your chest?! Have I done something to piss you off or something?" You questioned, throwing your arms up in the air, letting them fall to your sides with an audible snap as your hands connected with your jean-covered thighs. You wracked your brain for something, anything, that would explain the way he was acting towards you. You came up blank. He was fine when he left for work this morning, you had to pry his strong arms from around your waist as he trailed tender kisses up your neck, making you wiggle your behind against him. Giggling and telling him if he didn’t leave now, he would be late for work. He left you in bed with a "To be continued" purred into the shell of your ear.

You could feel your temper bubbling under the surface now, threatening to spill over as you take deep, measured breaths, trying your best not to lose it on him. This didn’t make any sense. He was glaring at you from across the room, chest heaving with angered breath. You could see the strain in his arms as he stood ridged, gripping the kitchen counter as if it were the only thing tethering him to the earth. You were worried he would snap it with the way his knuckles turned white as bone under the force.

"I mean, why are you even here, (Y/N)?! With me? With Sarah?!, If I'm such a pain in the ass, why don’t you just go? Go find some other fucking guy to play "house" with! I'm sure they will show you a real good time!" The words rushed out of him like a tsunami, sweeping you and the little happy life you had made with him and his daughter right out to sea. It was as if he slapped you, even though you knew Joel would never slap you, or any woman for that matter, because he was raised right. The words still made you stumble backwards, bumping into one of the dining chairs.

You had to hold onto the chair for support. It felt like your legs would buckle under you. Looking into his eyes, you could tell he regrets saying it; he knew he had hurt you in one of the few ways only he could. You know you're not the most maternal woman around. But you adore Sarah as if she were your own child. Right to your very core. You would do anything for her, and you would protect her like a lioness protects her young. Ferociously. She knows that…they both know that, right?

"Is that what you think of me? That I would rather be somewhere else? With someone else? Why would you say that to me?" You choked out, your voice tight around the lump quickly rising in your throat, your voice barely above a whisper. Joel takes a deep breath and releases it in a slow, saddened sigh, like the world is crushing his shoulders with the weight of the words he has just cut you with. He can’t look at you, he won’t. He just stares at the floor as he runs a hand through the mop of dark hair atop his head, just long enough to start curling at the nape of his neck. You have to leave; you have to get out of this kitchen. You feel like the tension in the room will suffocate you if you don’t.

Now you stand in the rain that has just started to mist heavily from the blackened sky. Closing your eyes and tipping your head back and letting the cold rain calm your heated skin, taking in a deep breath, and enjoying the smell of fresh rain on the concrete almost make you smile. Almost. After walking the four blocks around your quiet, deserted neighbourhood, You find yourself outside a bar, deciding that you would rather drown your sorrows in a cheap amber liquid than return to a house where the man you love won't even look you in the eye.

You check the pocket of your jeans, hoping that you didn’t empty them of your change into the bowl on the console beside the door, which held the house's spare change and keys, when you got home from work…to the house that isn’t yours, not really, but before tonight had felt like your home. You shake the thought away immediately; you are tired and don’t want to get emotional in public. You say a silent prayer of thanks to whatever higher power was looking out for you as you fished the two rumpled twenty-dollar bills from your back pocket. Pushing the door to the bar open, you are welcomed by the chatter of happy patrons enjoying their Friday evening.

Opting for a seat at the sparsely occupied bar, you wait patiently for the bartender to be free to serve you. She approaches you with a friendly smile. "What can I get ya?" she asks in a thick Texan accent. It knocks you for six; his face is immediately in your mind, images flashing before your eyes from your first date, vacations spent with Joel, Sarah, and Tommy. Joel comforting you through your father's death, you beneath him between your cotton bedsheets, to his lack of ability to look at you just hours ago.

"Honey? You alright? Can I get you something?" The bartender asked you again, her brows knitted together in concern. You shake your head, trying to physically get rid of the memories that flood your vision. "Uh, yeah, sorry. Can I get a Jamesons…ah, a double on the rocks, please?" You ask, trying not to meet her worried gaze. "Coming right up," you thank her and prop your elbows on the sticky counter of the bar, ignoring the way the sticky sensation makes your stomach churn. Rubbing the heels of your hands into your eyes hard enough that you start to see purple splotches on the inside of your eyelids. You remove your hands when you hear the clink of ice in a glass being set in front of you.

Thanking the bartender again with a small, polite smile, you hand her a twenty, and ask her to keep the change. She thanks you and kindly leaves you to wallow in your thoughts. There is no doubt about how you feel about him. You love Joel like you have never loved before. It is all-encompassing, sometimes you think the depth of your feelings for him could swallow you whole, and the love you have for his daughter is of equal measure. The question that has been circling your exhausted mind for the last few hours comes front and centre again.

"Why? Why would he say what he did? What could have happened to make him doubt your feelings for him? About your little family?" You take another deep, steadying breath as your emotions threaten to overwhelm you again, rubbing your face in your palm while nursing the burn in your throat and rolling the whisky glass in your other. You feel a presence just behind your right shoulder.

"Is this seat taken, Darlin?" a familiar baritone voice asks quietly.

It’s familiar, but it’s not the voice you were hoping to hear…

[jesterthestar]

☆ | author's note : hello ! Im so sorry for not posting for so long. :33 I have been feeling bad lately , but now that i spent most of my pocket money on energy drinks ... or vapes ( i have been drinking one per day for 20 days straight ) so it gave me an idea.

★ | warnings : gn!reader ; fluff mostly ; cursing ( from reader mostly ) ; modern!human!alastor ; might be un canon ; can be seen both as planotic and romantic ( no specifics ) ; reader is in university ; alastor and reader are both in their early 20s ; in this AU alastor is not a murderer.

Well it has been a while since you properly slept.

Your grades , for the most part weren't great so you spent hours to days studying without a stop until you were just dizzy from not eating for days on end. And not only that but your grades were still hot shit , which worried you since you didn't want to lose your scholarship. It wad already rare , so you were "blessed".

As you opened the apartment door the sounds of jazz met your ears , Alastor was already home. You didn't want to make your boyfriend upset , mostly about your habits , but you didn't know what to do to keep yourself a bit fresher than you wanted to be. You drifted into your thoughts as you took of your coat and hung it , then stepped into the apartment... well , stumbled. It would be much more fitting.

"Ah , dear , didn't notice you there ! How was your day?"

Alastor said with a smile as he helped you with your bag.

"Shitty , as usual. I think i'll fail geomtery this semester."

You exclaimed. Alastor chuckled as he led you to the kitchen.

"Well i think if you actually were healthy your grades would be much better so i-"

"Al. Babe , you don't have to take care of me , im not a child. It's only a month until the exams so i need to study non stop."

You gave him a gentle kiss on the head. He always cooked for you , every evening so by now your humble little apartment was nearly a food storage. You felt guilty and ungreatful , he worked hard and you just ended up brushing it off.

You went to the fridge and took out another energy drink... for gods sake it was the 3rd one today. Alastor took your wrist before you could open it.

"Darling i insist... and i'd prefer that you stopped drinking those ,it's bad for the heart ! And i don't want you getting more sick. Besides , it's saturday and i think you should give sunday out to take care of yourself."

You stared at him with your tired eyes. It was ... true. Everything he said was true. You barely payed attention to him even , which made you feel worse. You sighed before you brushed off his hand.

"Last one , Al. I swear i'll eat later."

You opened the can and took a gulp.

You realized it barely even helped you at this point , even though you had like a whole stash in your fridge. It was now a mere apitizer for your pathetic little life.

"Ugh , fine."

Alastor calmed down a bit and as you sat down at the table he placed a plate in front of you then sat across you , just watching you.

"You're not gonna eat ?"

"Oh , i already did."

"You know you don't look any better than me."

Alastors expression became annoyed. You looked like a skeleton and could barely lift up your bag, which wasn't that heavy because it was all just notes and papers.

"Fine , fine , im sorry."

You said before a shaky chuckle escaped your lips.

"You better be."

"Oh nooo , im so scared of mister thin tall and bad."

He forced out a laugh.

"Be greatful that mister thin tall and bad keeps you fed."

You couldn't complain about that. Your boyfriend was an absolute charmer. You decided to continue eating in silence.

"Maybe i'll have the honor to sleep with you tonight instead of you sleeping on your desk ?"

You just nodded. The idea was great ... but you'd lose 8 hours of studying.

"What do i get in return?"

"Oho , what do you get ? I think you got enough. Consider it... payment."

You laughed at your boyfriend.

Honestly you sometimes thought how'd you even get him into your arms. He was the one to initiate every move at first. Gifting you various gifts and even helping you with your home task, which you failed... plenty of times. He was such a charmer , and you were a clean paper. It seemed irrational

You snapped out of your thoughts... literally , ad Alastor snapped his fingers in front of your face.

"Eat up. We have to go to bed soon."

"I love you."

Alastor stared at you for a good moment before he slowly chuckled with a sweet voice.

"I love you too... but you still hsve to eat."

His hand lifted up to your face and wiped the corner of your mouth with a napkin.

What a sweet night.

♱   | ok but i would LOVE to live like that. I cry for 2 hours straight when i come back from university or work. ( average adulthood life )

[aryxchse]

"are you being serious right know?"

you looked at percy with a terrified face, nodding quickly. "of course i am!"

"then why didn't you tell me?" he asked. "we wouldn't be doing this."

"because i was... embarrassed?" you said. "i don't know, the situation felt so ironic!" he laughed so hard and for a moment, all your fears were gone. but for a moment.

you two were dating for a month now and this was the moment you couldn't avoid the beach dates he wanted so bad. and to this day you refused to tell him that you couldn't swim.

i mean, you loved the sea, could be more than him to be honest but, you were so afraid from it. you couldn't swim and now everytime you're in the water your body acts like you're having a panic attact.

"oh my gods," he said. "i cant believe you." he sighed after. then he swimmed to you, who was holding on to the dock like your life was depending on it.

"okay hold on to me." his voice was so calming. you were hesitant and he definetly saw that in your eyes. "oh come on y/n, you can't drown with a son of poseidon right?"

he had a point.

you slowly hold his bare shoulders with your shaky hands. your breaths also were shaky too. actually, you were shaking.

he held your waist so gently but yet so tight. "you were so obssesed with the sea i- i didn't even think that you could be scared from it." he said. his voice was making you feel dizzy, if he didn't mentioned it, you could easly forget you are in the ocean right now.

"sucks right?" you said with a sad voice. he only smiled. "hey, it's good that you are in the right hands yeah? i can teach you how to swim!"

"i don't want to make a fool of myself percy," your face was red. "i look like an idiot while im trying to swim."

"uh i dont care? im gonna teach you and we are starting from now on." he said, and kissed your cheek. "it's okay, im a good teacher."

you laughed while giving him a little kiss on the lips. "okay teacher but i will punch you in the nuts if you leave me on my own."

"don't worry, you can't drown even if you wanted to."

[tomatoswup]

sweet spot -`♡´-

summary: curiosity killed the cat they say at first, but it definitely brought it back. At the heat of the moment, you find a pretty hidden sweet spot of Vash's that you'll remember forever! Such a delicious face!

warnings/tags: Minors DNI, nsfw,,sprinkles of praise,, afab,, marking,, what if vash had an erogenous spot on the roof of his mouth,,and yeah fingers are going into mouths bestie,,, lil bully vash moment,, i dont know whether or not to put top!vash or submissive!vash because its kinda giving a mix of both,,,fuck it, its a tag now,, short drabble,,,plant dynamics

there might be mistakes bc i wrote this at bumfuck 2 AM and i can't read straight, i really almost wrote fetty instead of pretty like???

A/N: You know whats funny, I wrote this at first with a focus on Vash's sharp canine teeth (title was originally gonna be show me your teeth)but the most brilliant idea popped up in my head i needed to write it. still kept the teeth and marking part in bc :P i hope i didn't write this like a dentist visit LMFAOO,,im sorry if this didn't make sense i need to sleep lmfaooo ENJOYYY~

p.s: theres an small extra at the bottom :D

Vash was certainly somewhat of a wacky guy.

NOT in a bad way, definitely not! You loved him with all your heart but there were a few things he left you so curious about, especially after confessing his plant origin to you that while back.

So you often observed him, how he interacted with others, whenever he was proud, shy, nervous or angry. And every time he grinned or gave people a big smile, you always peeped at those sharp canines of his. Were they normally that pointy? Or what it because he was a plant?

"Hey Vash..." You called out to him one day as the group walked into an inn for the night.

"Eh?" He turned to look down at you, an innocent smile on his face "What's up?"

There perhaps may have been a mistake asking him that question, especially when the both of you had been a bit worked up over the month. The roads have been tough, and the two of you haven't had a moment alone together in so long.

As night arrived, the moans and groans of the bedroom grew louder and thank god everyone had gone to the local pub for the night, leaving the both of you to ravish each other in peace, even if it were just for a few hours.

You wouldn't have been able to face everyone if they heard.

Each buck of his hips into you had you gasping for air as the dull pain of his grip on the side of your thigh had you wanting to run laps around the room. Well.. if you could.

With legs keeping a tight wrap around Vash's hips, your grip on the sheets around you had the whites of your knuckles showing. It felt a bit embarassing as Vash towered over you but did you really care? nope

"You look so beautiful.." He moaned out, delivering another hard thrust into your gaping hole as the dirty squelching noises of cum mixed in with both of yalls' heavy breathing and panting.

Vash did think you looked quite heavenly though. The hickeys, the bite marks on your shoulders and around your breasts, he really wished he could see you like this everyday if he could.

"Won't you.." You whimpered "..look at your self p-prettybo- Oh~" Did you finish your sentence? You couldn't really tell by the way Vash's cock hit that delicious spot in you, making you tighten your legs around him to get closer, to leave no space.

To leave nothing.

"C-Can't even tell me what you wanna say?"

God he made you dizzy, the stickiness of both your bodies together and him dragging his tongue around your nipples made you less lucid than you thought you had been. You tried to catch your breath, you really did, but it had gotten hard to as the coiling feeling at the core of your stomach made you just want a bit more.

just a bit...

Opening your eyes, you hazily looked at Vash’s flushed face, sweat starting to show on his forehead and the blond strands of hair starting to stick to it as he gave you a cheeky grin that made you laugh amidst the pleasure. Letting one hand go from the bundled up sheet above your head, you shakily lifted it up to his face and caressed his cheek.

"V-Vash.." You hitched out, the pad of your thumb brushing over his swollen pink lips before they entered his mouth in the heat of the moment.

And Vash accepted, giving you a small groan as you felt the his saliva coat it, and his teeth graze it. But suddenly, when your thumb accidentally hit the roof of his mouth, specifically his palate, you watched in awe.

In pure awe actually, as Vash's eyes fluttered shut, letting out a choked and long moan you've never heard before.

Desperation.

Need.

Holy shit.

You felt his cock start to twitch in you as you let out a breathy chuckle "A plant thing I missed?"

You moved your thumb to caress his palate one more time as you felt his thrusts lose rhythm, the pure look of pleasure washing over his face as the tips of his brows furrowed and the grip on your thigh tightened. He had lost his composure, turning into jelly just because of that touch.

You found a sweet spot of his that you didn't know about..

And oh fuck he looked pretty just like that.

You shuttered at the sight of Vash's blissed face as the edges of his ears turned red, his eyes only opening just enough for you to see the tad bit of watering. "Mpfh..."He whined out in need muffled by your finger before suddenly, the strong, deep thrust of his cock into your cervix had you arch your back and gasp, making you quickly take your finger out of his mouth to desperately grab his shoulder.

"I'm sorry.." He panted, a line of saliva running down the corner of his mouth as you felt him get bigger inside you, causing you to mewl at the sudden change. Feeling large calloused hands finding themselves at your waists, you looked back at Vash as the patterns of blue scattered over his face and scarred chest "Hold on..." Your eyes widened at the realization of his words.

"W-WAIT- AH!~”

Oh isn't Vash just so cute!

extra:

-homeboy just railed you to oblivion and thinks you can walk normal the next morning? PFTTTT

-You made sure to give Vash a playful punch on the shoulder when the both of you awoke in the morning.

-"and you didn't tell me that you had a spot on the top of your mouth?"

-"ya know, i had completely forgot about that hahaha -queue vash shyly scratching the side of his cheek.

-and you wonder how he could be shy after the way he fucked you sideways,, QUITE LITERALLY

-you make sure to try and touch it with your tongue when the both of yall make out though🫶

-plant tingz💕

-have fun! :D

[seongminiz]

omg pls jo im so dizzy /pos 🥴😵‍💫😵‍💫

ur so real though,, dom!minhee is really good.. that’s soo crazy (pls i’m so bad at repeating stuff pls but!!) imagine ur riding his cock ur starting to babble cuz ur just so fucked out from how good his long, thick cock feels reaching every inch inside of u :)) so ur leaning into his neck, drooling onto his shoulder while he grips your waist tightly.. ur like “oh god, please.. im so close.. ur getting too good at this..” and he would laugh into ur ear softly, he’d find this to be the best opportunity to tell u that ur definitely not his first.. he doesn’t usually tell his partners, there’s no point and it would ruin his charade but he figures from how things are going so far, this won’t be the last time u end up falling apart like this on top of his cock.. ugh his breath would be all hot on ur neck, tickling ur skin as he explains, adding “you’re such a slut, i probably didn’t even need to lie to you…” and fuck, you’d be clenching so hard around him at the way he degrades you “my dumb little whore, you didn’t need any convincing..” he’d be gripping onto you hard, pinning you down on his cock so you can’t move ur hips anymore, ur still trying to chase ur orgasm but it’s fleeting now, whines spilling from your lips and tears welling in ur eyes “fuck, you wanna cum don’t you? tell me you’re mine now, tell me you’d do anything for my cock..” and maybe for a sec you’d come out of ur subspace because part of u would be a little mad, “min- fuck, please,” you’d squirm and try to roll your hips but he’d just squeeze you harder, you’d groan out in desperation, “you’re such an asshole, what the hell-“ and then idek im insane maybe he’d wrap one his hands around your throat, albeit gently enough so you can still speak “say it” and punctuate his words by loosening his grip on u enough to thrust up into you once, harshly and that would be it. ur done. you’d cry out, “please! shit.. im yours, im a slut for your cock.. minhee, please..” he’d start rolling his hips up into you again, slowly, “yeah? say my name while you cum for me baby” <333333 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

- 🧁 anon

i just flatlined n died im never recovering from this ....

n then just being minhee's fucktoy n his stress relief after a basketball match that didnt go as well as his expectations n hes so mean , always reminding u of how u tried to be in charge the first time n 'look at you now, letting me use you however i want' jehenfng im sorry im not ok rn

all while still keeping up the whole 'pretty inexperienced himbo who is too hot for his own good' act ... god i feel sick

[tradetobest]

dee's february 2024 fic recs

once again i am late with this but. here's this months recs. narrowing this down was SUPER hard but i hope yall like them :)

(fic roulette 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8)

Blow What's Left of My Right Mind by eyeslikeonyx

pairing: tyler seguin/jamie benn rating: E words: 14k summary: Jamie stares at his phone, reading over the article that Jordie sent him just moments ago as he walks through the woods on the outskirts of his hometown. It’s early in the morning, and he’s finished his daily run, and he’s not entirely sure if he’s reading the headline right. Seguin, Eriksson Swapped in Seven-Player Trade.

VAMPIRES! WEREWOLVES! TENDER LOVE AND CARE! i love a great different species fic like.... loved it sm

my mouth is filled with honey by notthequiettype

pairing: tyler seguin/jamie benn rating: E words: 2.3k summary: Tyler likes Jamie's body so much. Tyler likes Jamie, so much, too.

usually i prefer reading "getting together" but "established relationship" is rlly compelling to me when done rlly well and i think this fic is a phenomenal version of that... like its so good. oughhh...bennguin,,,,..... ohhhhh

if i'm not what you hoped by winglavender

pairing: leon draisaitl/connor mcdavid rating: E words: 10k summary: "Heard the Leafs lost tonight." "Yeah." Mitch pulls an exaggerated face. "Leading the whole game and then Connor's guy ties it up with a disgusting pass, absolutely filthy, and then scored the overtime winner." "That's rough. You want another one?" The bartender tips her head at Connor's half-empty glass; he shakes his head. "Who's your guy?" "Draisaitl, obviously." Mitch taps the rainbow-patterned 29 on Connor's arm for emphasis. "He's not my guy," Connor says.

ask anyone and they will tell you i am an absolute sucker for player/nonplayer,,, its just so good always and it is just as good here... fun dialogue, good tropes..... what else could u want

tightly wound so breathlessly by supras

pairing: leon draisaitl/connor mcdavid rating: E words: 2.3k summary: “Laugh about you not being hard? That’s okay, sometimes it can take a bit, I’ll get you there.” Connor finishes speaking with a determined smirk and Leon just loves him so much, he wants to kiss it from his lips. But Connor is wrong, Leon is hard, so hard he’s dizzy with it.

small dick leon..... ough..... trust guys read this one.... TRUST

two strangers in the red light by notthequiettype

pairing: leon draisaitl/connor mcdavid rating: E words: 14k summary: Connor looks up, derailed only momentarily by how good-looking the guy is, slacks and a button-down open at the top like his pictures, and a nice wool coat. Connor clears his throat. "Is it better if I tell you I didn't request it, at least?" "And ruin the fantasy that I just found out that Connor McDavid's an absolute freak? No way."

again, i am the BIGGEST sucker for player/nonplayer. this concept is so fun and like. the cutest sort of meetcute. awee we met on grindr and you booked a kink sex hotel room 🥺🥺🥺 now fall in love. amazing.

Where You Lead by Linsky

pairing: nico hischier/jack hughes rating: E words: 42k summary: There are no subs in the NHL. So Jack isn’t one, obviously.

ive been waiting for this fic to be done so i could rec it and oh my god was it worth it. im also a big sucker for a bdsm au, and w these two you can just.... do so much..... its so good,,,, hurt/comfort my beloved.....

like one of your girls by Idday

pairing: jack eichel/connor mcdavid rating: E words: 13k summary: “I’m not a girl,” Connor blurts, all at once. Jack doesn’t even flinch. “I know that,” he says. “But you want to be my girl. Don’t you.” 

i forced myself to pick only one idday fic this month and while i loved them both... this one... oughhhh... the "Connor just wants to be a 1950s housewife" tag sold me so hard and i am a happy customer. 100% would purchase again....

no but really (an unserious au tumblr primer) by snowinthestars

pairing: jack eichel/connor mcdavid rating: T words: 2.6k summary: Connor McDavid is definitely dating the Oilers in-arena host Jack Eichel. Just let me show you my proof! [A fake Tumblr-style ship primer for an AU where Jack works for the Oilers' broadcast instead of playing.]

i love sort of meta-esque fics like this theyre so FUN to me!!! this one is like. a perfect example of that and what i mean.... likeee RAHH i would EAT up this primer in this universe... so great

[bwambiee]

no bc tell me why a royal au with isagi hasn’t left my mind since yesterday kayla i am consumed…….

especially thinking real hard about princess!reader who’s a snarky little rebel behind closed doors, only obeying the wishes of her parents enough so they don’t get too cross with her. she’s too young to get married, after all, when the whole wide world is still out there to explore. so she makes a point of dancing with the ugliest or lowest ranked suitors to piss of her parents to avoid securing a match for as long a possible… but she just can’t resist him.

blacksmith! isagi who works in the forge that provides the weapons for the royal army. who heard a rumor from his friend - the palace servant bachira - that with all the balls the king and queen have been throwing for their daughter, security has become laxer, and it would be easy to sneak in with the help of an insider. so they fetch their best suits and do - isagi rendered speechless as you approach him to ask for a dance.

he has the most stunning eyes you’ve ever seen. like the roaring oceans far away from the palace you want to dive headfirst into - just like you wish to do with him. you’ve never seen him before, but his looks are fit for a prince, even if his garments tell you otherwise. he fumbles and missteps as you twirl around the ballroom, but his eyes never leave your face - as if he’ll never have the chance to drink you in again - and the firm grip of his calloused palm on your waist and threaded through your delicate fingers make you dizzy.

you never get his name. he leaves early. but you’d uproot the whole wide world to see him again, to talk to him.

isagi slinks back to the forge the next day, his heart still a trembling mess in his ribcage. he throws himself into his work, but no amount of suffocating smoke and sweat and pounding metals with a hammer without rest banishes the brilliant smile, the sensuous curve of your lips from his mind.

and oh gods your laugh. like angles singing.

he’s restless for months - until he hears a knock at the forge door. he wipes his hand on a rag but doesn’t bother to put a shirt on with the sweltering hear licking at his back. he was expecting a delivery today, anyway - but when he opens the door he almost faints at the sight of you.

have you gotten more beautiful since he last saw you?

“i’ve finally found you,” you say, and you looking at him like he’s some long lost treasure makes his already dry throat feel like a desert.

but you have found something precious. found him again. those sapphire eyes that could rival all of the gems you wear. that kind face you want to uncover like a map.

and you don’t plan on letting him go anytime soon, especially since you still don’t know his name <3

KAYLA WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME IM SCREECHING TEARING MY HAIR OUT HE’S SO PERFECT I WANT N NEED HIM IN EVERY WAY !!!

IM BITING MY FIST AND TEARING MY HAIR OUT WHAHSJDKX STOPPO RIVER I NEED TO WRITE THIS. I NEED TO PAUSE ALL THE WORKS I HAVE RN AND WRITE THIS. GIMME LIKE A FEW DAYS RIVER I NEED TO WRITE THIS. ALL CREDS GO TO YOU BC HOLLLYUU AHIRKDKXKX

isagi royal au is another brainrot i’m sorry i’m writing this. it has to be done,,, could’ve sworn this is a manhwa somewhere GOD ISAGI IS SO PERFECT MY BOYFIE SO PERF UGHJDJDND ALL THESE AU IDEAS I HAVE URRHJJDMC

[itzzyyyyyyydaaaa]

🩵❤️💜💚🥺4 Months and i’m still deeply and madly in love with you…Always and Forever…🥺🩵❤️💜💚

baby….i can’t express how much im in love with you or how many times i keep falling in love with you every single damn day…🩵

though we are miles away, that won’t ever make my love get less, it’ll make my love for you grow because, though you are not here with me now, i do believe i will be able to have you in my arms❤️

holding you, hugging you, kissing you, and spending time with you…💜

“How could my day be bad when I'm with you?”

Every day and i wake up, i always text you asking how well you slept, if you have drank water yet, if you’re safe and okay…💚

It gives me butterflies when you always ask me a dozen of questions when you know what my answers are…🩵

“You're the only one who makes me laugh”

the day March 22nd 2024… means so much to me and when i’m older i will get a tattoo of this on my arm so that every day i think of a happy time in my life, i’ll look at that tattoo and i’ll remember the day we met…❤️

“So how can my day be bad?”

Any time, i feel low, or im angry or frustrated by not getting any sleep at night, you always have and know the right words to tell me…especially during our argument…though we may yell, and say some harsh things that are said in the heat of the moment….you always try and think of ways to help me be happy and not be angry anymore…just like sunday…when i needed to talk to you about someone in my family’s passing…and YOU had to be with your family, you stayed….and you helped me feel better…

you helped me feel happy and you helped me and i didn’t feel alone or sad..thank you for everything baby💜

“It's a day for you. Oh, babe”

You know just what to do and say to make me laugh, to make me smile like a idiot..to make me feel LOVED by you and show that you really do CARE….💚

Like when i went to that roller coaster park back in May, and i told you i cried on my last ride that i went on…How sad you were when i told you i cried so much i had a panic attack…🩵

“Coffee in the morning, you and the sun”

Look at Sunday morning….You were still in the car saying you were dizzy and i told you, “i have a headache” the first thing you said was “baby!!! get some pain killers!!! drink some water!!! get off your phone for 8 or 10 minutes!!!!”❤️

When you felt so dizzy, and you felt like throwing up there sitting down in your car, you pushed away how you felt just so you could help me, feel better…💜

whenever you send me a picture of you….i always stare into your eyes…💚

“There's a brown hue in your eyes”

Your brown eyes…that i truly LOVE about your face…i always look into your eyes because i find comfort in them…i find peace when i look into them…🩵

though, i can’t see them face to face….i feel calm when you send me a picture of your face and i see your eyes…i feel so calm, at peace, like there isn’t a problem in this world…💜

”How pretty it is”

You, just in general, truly care about me even though we are thousands of miles away…but our love just grows stronger the longer we are apart from each other…❤️

everyday i question myself and god…💚

🩵❤️💜💚“How could I be so blessed with such an amazing girl, Like Alexey, to come to me when times were hard…and treat me a way that i’ve NEVER been treated in a romantic way..?”🩵❤️💜💚

In all past relationships i’ve always been treated wrong, the blame is always put on me, everything is wrong…🩵

but the day i met YOU…EVERYTHING. changed…you started to treat me like a princess… and just like now…you always call me “Mi Princesa/My Princess” ❤️

I always tell myself every night after i let you go to sleep…i always tell myself and ask..“Is this what love feels like? I think i’m in love”💜

“I think I'm in love”

So…Today…July 22nd, 2024 is the 4th month anniversary of when we met…when i knew i had really found “The One” 💚

Baby, there is no other way to express my love and affection to you for all the things you have done for me…all i want to say is……Thank you🩵

You’ve helped me in my bad days and you’ve been there even on my good days…❤️

Thank you for being My Girlfriend 💜

Thank you for showing me True Love💚

Thank you for treating me the way i was supposed to be treated a long time ago🩵

Thank you for giving me your LOVE❤️

Thank you for all you’ve done and all you’ll do for us in our up coming months together…💜

Thank you for always being there when i need to vent or need someone to talk to…💚

🩵❤️💜💚Te amo baby…te amo mucho con todo mi corazón y mi vida…🩵❤️💜💚

🩵❤️💜💚Con todo mi amor….Tu Tigre, your lover, your best friend, your wife, Tu amor, your princess, y tu esposa….🩵❤️💜💚

Sincerely,

Arianna 🩵❤️💜💚🥺@alexxeey

Thank you to @wonootnoot for both the moodboard and the banner text for this important day in my life, thank you so so much!!!🩵💚❤️💜

[wartsandwarlocks]

September 8th, 1976. 02:34am. Ravenclaw Common Room.

Sirius was dizzy. Too much dancing and many muggle drinks he could not remember the names of were the main culprits of it. Sirius called it his ‘soul medicine’ and both Peter and James laughed in his faced and promised to leave him asleep on the moving stairs. Twats.

‘Bathroom bathroom bathroom’ he thought has he ran out of the main dance floor the Ravenclaws had set up, unsure of where and what was going to come out of his body, but sure it was coming out.

“Fucking ravenclaws making everything too fucking difficult where is the fucking bathroom WHERE IS THE FUCKIN-“ He started hearing some sort of chatter noises coming out of somewhere, they were either in the bathroom or knew where there was one. He needed to follow the voices.

“I dunno lils” a familiar voice said. They were whispering. Or something like it. “It’s just that I have such a hard time doing things for myself and I just felt as if this time I really did deserve something nice like going out or something but then he comes on and ruins everything. Im back to zero.”

“Oh my poor Remus,” Lily began. Sirius wanted to keep walking towards them but something made him change his mind. Was he interrupting something? “I really don’t know what to say, I mean it’s not like i’m any better at love than you are. But I think you should try to get over it. Honestly, just stop talking to him and get closer with other people, you know, I have a couple of people who are lining up for you and would gladly do anything to have you even be near them”

They laughed. What were they laughing about? What was so funny about Remus having a long line of people waiting to bow down and kiss his feet? What were they even talking about anyway?

“You know I can’t do that,” Remus answered “I mean have you seen the guy he’s a greek fucking god or something! I can never get too far away from it, trust me I’ve tried.”

‘Greek god?’ Sirius thought ‘what the fucking fuck is Remus going on about?’

“And besides, he’s one of my best mates, I could never get away from him. Imagine James’s reaction if one day I simply stopped talking to them! Because trust me, those two come in pairs. Nono, I could never do that. And even if I fucked every man, woman and everything in between in Hogwarts it would all be thinking about the fucker.” Remus went on “I mean hes named after a fucking star! The brightest fucking one too! He’s obviously impossible to ignore!”

Sirius started to get dizzy again. He’d forgotten about his loo problem and was faced with a much bigger one. And suddenly, he felt as if he had been interrupting something. He ran out looking for James, and a whole lot more Brew.

[zaenight]

Welcome to act 2

wanheda commander of death ch2

"Oh god fucking dammit." Cordelia said staring at the walk ahead.

"Calm down-" Carver said , big mistake.

"C-calm down! your damn leg is bleeding out,dont tell me to calm down , we might not make it all the way-never tell a woman to calm down!!" Cordelia rambled letting out a sarcastic laugh.

Leah watched the couple with an amused look.

"Hurry up , if we have to drag him we will."

Leah said to the two.

"Fine , I swear to god Brandon if you feel dizzy or anything you better tell me or I'll drag you to fucking hell with me." Cordelia said.

"I-that doesn't even make sense , how are you gonna drag me to hell if- Hypothetically speaking, because nothing is gonna happen to any of us , your still Alive?" Carver rambled to his wife as the trio walked,or limped to the hospital.

"One, it makes sense to me, two, never question the ways of a woman." Cordelia said blinking her eyes.

"Okay almost there!" Leah exclaimed,she loves those two but she despises the headaches she gets because of them,third wheeling is so not fun.

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"Oh fuck finally." Carver said as they entered the hospital,it was dark and in horrible condition.

luckily Cordelia was able to find supplies for Carver's leg and to take back to base.

"Ow! Fuck,geez babe you can't be more gentle." Carver said wincing as the girl stitched and bandaged his leg.

"Nope!" Cordelia said popping the p.

"You two,a horde is coming get ready!" Leah exclaimed as a rotter came towards them.

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A few hours later.

"Okay we cleared about half the hospital,we found some stuff too,all we need to do is clear this area." Leah stated into her walkie.

All that could be heard was static,guess the walkies needed new batteries or some shit.

"Raaghh!" The rotters exclaimed launching themselves at them.

"Fuck." Carver said wincing,he stabbed the damn thing in the head watching as it plopped to the ground.

"Your fight is over." Cordelia, who was a bit farther away said to a female walker,who couldn't be any older her,a hospital gown is all she wore.

"Oh god..." Cordelia said , feeling like she would puke.

A rotter growled,at her,face slowly rotting off,but thats not what hurt.

What hurt was that the rotter was no older than six,a child taken to soon out of this dark and crumbling world.

"Im so sorry..." Cordelia choked out stabbing the small rotter child in the head.

"Be strong,be brave,survive somehow." She mumbled to herself.

She then ran off to find her Sister and husband.

DEAD INSIDE DONT ENTER WITHOU... was drawn on a door although a bloody hand print dragged down before the sentence could be finished.

What a way to go out,writing a warning and being dragged off and eaten or turned.

There was no body to be seen,then again it has been about a year.

"Fuck it." She said in a whisper,taking the chains off the door.

"This is how the stupid blonde girl dies in horror movies,yeah imma die,damn,no turning back now you fucking idjit." Cordelia rambled to herself.

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After searching the area she got her ass the fuck out of there,nothing worth saving was there,deader than dead rotters were well... dead on the floor.

"Aww shit,were the fuck are those two numbnuts." She said going back to the last spot she saw them.

It wasn't untill she walked a step backwards she hit a hard wall.

Turning around she screamed,and so did the wall?

"Carver what the fuck!" She exclaimed wacking her husbands shoulder.

"What the f-were the fuck were you,thats it your never leaving my sight again!" He exclaimed quietly.

The two locked lips and were than interupted by a cough.

"You two can never wait can you , I swear we could be in the center of a horde and you two would be locking lips." Leah said with a raised brow her tone had a bit of amusement.

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Did you catch the refrences😉